our family is gone

Chapter 191

What did Lance understand when he heard this? Outside, he didn't know much about those various forces, what kind of extraordinary power, but returning to Hamlet was the same as returning home.

He knows Hamlet's one-third of an acre of land better than anyone else, let alone what cards the ancestor has, even he knows what underwear the ancestor wears.

The source of this wild dog infected with rabies is a witch in the depths of the wilderness. Not surprisingly, this witch also has a lot of connections with the ancestor.

After the ancestor discovered the dungeon under the old house, he began to study supernatural powers. During the period, he did research with a witch who specialized in herbalism and psychics.

The in-depth communication on the bed was obtained after doing it, and even the ancestor shared the secret of the old house with her.

The ancestor is also considered a ruthless person, but that witch is a werewolf. In order to pry into the secrets under the dungeon, she dared to test the medicine on herself, which directly made her look weird.

Even the ancestor couldn't stand this kind of crazy behavior, so he had to drive her into the wilderness after turning into a witch, but now it seems that her experiment has not stopped, on the contrary, it has become more and more powerful under the blessing of strange resources in the wilderness. crazy.

Lance knew that the witch was wandering in the wilderness, but he didn't have enough foundation before, and he didn't mean to provoke her if he wasn't strong enough.

But it was obvious that if he wanted to reclaim more fields, he had to clean up the wilderness, but not today, the town needed to be rectified in order to have a stable rear for blood transfusion.

At the same time, I need to pull out a real army, not a team of only 30 people.

"You guys have done a good job. You have worked hard during this time." Lance controlled his messy thoughts, smiled and raised his hand to signal to the two.

Although he is a little emotional, he doesn't and doesn't need to vent it on his subordinates. They really don't have authority over some things, and shelving is the best way.

Barristan was familiar with the character of the lord and didn't react too much, but the surrendered general Barton was quite emotional about it.

He had been in the system before, and he was most afraid of encountering some unreasonable bosses, especially because he became a captain because of his status as a commoner, which made some nobles dissatisfied and made things difficult for him all day long.

Fortunately, it is obvious that the lord is not, and he did not discriminate or suppress him because of his status, so he was naturally relieved.

"I asked Leonard to escort a group of people over, haven't they returned yet?"

Lance realized something. He and Leonard have been separated for more than ten days. Logically, they should arrive first. Why haven't we seen anyone?
"Not yet, may I arrange for someone to look at it?" Barton asked for instructions. He is also a smart person who can climb to this rank.

"No, I'll go there myself." Lance couldn't help but frowned, knowing that among them were Leonard's wife and children, Walter's family, and those businessmen, all of which were related to his plan and should not be missed.

Here, Lance rode out on horseback before his butt was hot.

The horse under him was Patton's mount back then, a real military horse, better than those who pulled the cannon.

That's why Lance was reluctant to let him pull the cart, so he stayed in the stable to raise it.

He used to think that these horses were good enough, but after reading the extraordinary creature illustration book, he found that there were too many creatures that could be used as mounts, and some of them were even stronger than riders.

With a fast horse and a light sword, Lance ran at full speed without worrying about saving the horse's energy.

The distance from Hamlet to Owendo is actually not too far. If you really want to walk directly, it will take four or five days.

Something must have happened if they could drag it on for more than ten days, and they don't know what happened.

Thinking of this, Lance had no choice but to hurry on his way.

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"Why do they have something to eat? We don't?"

"I want to eat too, grab it if you don't give it!"

"Damn nobles, kill them!"

"If we rob them, we will have weapons and food."

"Back to the bird empire!"

"..."

With distorted faces, their eyes showed no fear at all, only numbness and madness, and they kept flocking towards the convoy.

William brandished the nail-headed baton in his hand, and hit the refugees who tried to break through the carriage. There was a fierce dog barking in his ears, which was Fergus biting.

But it was still unstoppable. The crowd pushed the car formation away, and even overturned a car under the strength of the team, and this broke the formation, and more and crazier enemies poured in from the gap.

"Law and order—they're just hallucinations." William looked at these people, only feeling helpless, his already weak arms could hardly even swing a baton, and even Figs huddled beside him panting heavily.

And as far as the eye can see, even the guards and soldiers of these merchant groups are exhausted, and the entire convoy seems to be crumbling under the impact.

"Hold on! Hold on!"

Leonard noticed the situation of the gap, rushed over and waved the weapon in his hand vigorously, in front of him was a raging crowd, even if he cut one, the second would squeeze over immediately.

That's right, it's crowding, they're not even controlling it themselves, but being pushed up by the people behind.

Gritting his teeth, he couldn't feel the weight of the long sword in his hand. He just grabbed the hilt and slashed. Leonard didn't know how many heads he had chopped off, no matter how powerful he was, he would eventually be strong. when exhausted.

The long sword slashed at an enemy, but Leonard was exhausted, and it was difficult to lift the second sword, but the enemy in front of him did not retreat, but rushed up again.

"I'm sorry, all I have brought you is suffering." At this moment Leonard finally faced his own regrets, he was sorry for his wife and children~
"Hamlet Lord Lance is here!"

Leonard heard the indistinct voice, but it brought him back to his senses in this chaotic battlefield.

If it had been changed before, he would have silently recited gorgeous prayers and prayed to the Holy Light, begging that illusory god to save himself.

But now he no longer has this idea, he believes in himself even more.

My wife and children are still inside, the task of the lord has not been completed, and I can't stop, I must continue to fight.

The body inexplicably surged with strength, and the hungry body was instantly relieved, and even rejuvenated.

I am the sun!I am brilliant!The power of the sun is endless!
"Ah!" Leonard swung the long sword with all his strength, but he didn't know that it was the reflection of the sword that made it shine with dazzling brilliance.

Lance finally found the besieged convoy, and immediately noticed Leonard, the only one wearing knight armor.

【Blessing】Activate, you are strengthened!
And he himself didn't intend to slow down at all, the saber in his hand popped out, and he slashed vigorously, no one could stop him wherever he went, and he cut a path abruptly.

The yelling in his mouth didn't stop at all.

"Hamlet Lord Lance is here!"

This name inexplicably gave those people a burst of strength, and the originally crumbling front stabilized.

Seeing this, Lance couldn't help but cut off [Blessing] just now, spirituality was like flowing water, if he didn't like to save his wealth, he might be drained in an instant.

But the effect is obvious. The exhausted muscles of the guard soldiers sprouted new strength, and they also had a backbone in their mentality.

"For Hamlet!"

"Hamlet must win!"

The slogan was shouted, and the scattered team was condensed into a whole by a powerful force, bursting out with strong morale and strength.

"Kill with me!"

The strength of Lance [Elite] combined with the ability to never get tired, is completely a killing machine, facing those refugees is like mowing grass.

One man and one horse ran like hot knives cutting butter and divided the refugees. After several fierce rushes, those crazy guys finally realized their fear and began to flee.

"demon!"

"God! Help me~"

"Run away!"

"..."

"Surrender, don't kill!" Lance rushed out of the periphery directly, with the saber in his hand without any mercy, he would chop whoever ran.

No one has ever been able to take advantage of him and run away.

The guards and soldiers who defended began to counterattack and quickly took control of the situation.

"Herod!" The horse's footsteps slowed down, and everyone was unconsciously looking at the figure on the horse's back.

Dressed in casual clothes, he became full of murderous looks under the influence of blood, and the gleaming saber was hanging beside him, with blood dripping across the blade, making him look extraordinarily ferocious.

Most of the refugees didn't even dare to look directly at the man's face because they were overwhelmed by the power emanating from them, while those from Hamlet seemed excited to see the lord.

"My lord!" Leonard walked quickly, feeling agitated, but more of guilt, he almost failed the trust of the lord.

"Needless to say, treat the wounded first, organize the team and set off as soon as possible, and we'll talk about it when we go back." Lance did not dismount, but focused his attention on the entire battlefield.

The corpses all over the ground, most of them belonged to these refugees. It seemed that there were no fewer than 300 people.

Thinking of this, Lance turned to look at those guys who squatted on the ground and surrendered, and couldn't help shaking the saber in his hand.

Damn it, I saved a long time, wishing to take out all the bone marrow as a sacrifice, not to give the ancestor a chance to replenish, good guys, the ground is full of dead people, blood can be used to make soup for the ancestor, clear stew and crawling.

I really want to chop them all up, but I am afraid that my ancestors will have a good meal.

"Come here." Lance raised his saber and pointed at a refugee next to him.

This action directly scared the man to the urine, and Lance himself was completely unaware of how exaggerated his current power was.

At least half of the corpses here were chopped up by him. To these people, he is the god of death.

Why is it not a dead end to be picked by him?
"If you talk nonsense again, I'll kill you." Lance frowned menacingly, slightly raising the saber in his hand.

"My lord! It's none of my business. They pushed me here. I don't want to..." He couldn't control anything else. He even crawled over and knelt down under the horse, refusing to admit it at all. Push all responsibility away.

"Shut up!" The tip of the knife directly touched his face, so scared that he stopped breathing and his eyes trembled.

"Who took the lead just now? It's none of your business if you say it."

When Lance asked this sentence, he put down his saber. He didn't need to know why they attacked the convoy, he just needed to find out who caused the trouble.

Ordinary refugees don't have the courage to attack such a huge convoy.

Hearing this sentence, the man looked back at the other refugees who were squatting like grabbing a life-saving straw.

They have nothing to do with each other, even his own father is useless, if you don't die, do I die?
"He! He's the one instigating us, we don't want to come here." The man couldn't control so much, and raised his finger to ask Lance for credit.

Even if I did rush up just now, it was all because of those guys!
Lance looked at the past, "Dare to do it but dare not admit it?"

"Hmph! What are you afraid of?"

A middle-aged man in the crowd stood up and walked towards Lance. Seeing the man's appearance, he was not convinced at all.

Lance noticed that although he was slightly thinner, he was not as out-of-shape as the others. It could be seen that he had something to eat along the way, but he didn't know how he got here.

Moreover, his face is ruthless, his eyes are vicious, and he doesn't take life seriously at all. At this time, he doesn't have the slightest fear, unlike most refugees.

This guy is definitely not a good kind~
Looking at the man in front of the horse, Lance was rather curious about his origin.

"Why did you attack the convoy?"

"Why do they eat what we don't? You should kill you noble lackeys!"

The man probably knew what was going to happen to him, and he didn't show the slightest fear, but instead turned to yell at the refugees squatting on the ground.

"It's because of them that we became like this! The nobles stole our food, they forced us, we just take back what belongs to us..."

Listening to his encouraging words, Lance couldn't help showing a mocking smile on his face.

"Oh~ Then why are you hiding behind? So you dare to move your mouth~"

Lance's words directly tore off his face. It sounded so nice, but he was actually an ambitious man who wanted to take other people's lives as his own.

And those refugees also reacted, good guy, you are the one who killed us!

But I didn't expect this guy to refuse to admit defeat. He took out a dagger from somewhere and rushed towards Lance.

"I'm going to kill you noble dog!"

Lance laughed straight away, and slapped him to the ground with a wave of the saber, waving his hand, "Take it, take it away."

Now, if we want to promote medical progress, those dozen pirates are not enough, we need a large number of experimental subjects.

In the past, he couldn't control so much, as long as he caught him.

But now he kept a part of the bottom line, and only shot at those who committed the most crimes.

Because living people are testing medicine, doing human experiments is already challenging human nature, he must be careful not to fall into it.

There are some things he needs to bear, and only he can bear them.

A few leaders were selected after a circle, and when the main culprit was caught, the remaining refugees felt flustered for a moment, they didn't know how the people in front of them would treat them.

Indeed, Lance thought the same way, how to deal with these people?
Looking at the refugees with at least 500 people in front of them is a bit of a headache.

These people have attacked their own team, and logically they cannot stay, but killing here is cheap for the ancestor.

The old man just had a meal, do I still have to prepare a supper for him?That would be too filial~
(End of this chapter)